Instead of driving 12 hours up to Philadelphia and then 12 hours back for thirty minutes of doctor time, I decided to fly as my Valentine's gift to my husband...since he would have been the driver. My brother kindly picked me up at the airport on Sunday evening and then dropped me off to the plastic surgeon's ofice Monday morning. Instead of Dr. Bucky, Valerie (my nurse) did the final fill to the expanders. Originally, I was told that we were going for 30 cc's but when I got there, Valerie informed me that we had to get 60cc or else I had to come back one more time. I responded with "Go for it"....and boy, did she!
I watched my breasts expand out like a basketball in front of my eyes. Wow! Or should I say J-Wow! It was not uncomfortable...yet..but I knew the pressure would start to hit me soon since the muscles in my back would begin to pull forward giving me an ache that I cannot describe. I asked for a valium since, I am the world's worst packer,and I forgot to pack my best friend, Val. Typical me, I brought my PJ's, makeup and toothbrush....that's it. I was hesitant to ask Valerie for more valium because the last time, I had her write another prescription and I lost that one and now I am asking her for more. I just had to tell her that I am not an out-of-control addict; I am just forgetful as of late.
After the fill, we went back over to the photography room to take pictures of what my breasts now look like and then went back to go over the surgery and what will happen. Apparently, I am going to be marked up again by the good doctor, then head to the anesthesiologist to go under, exchange out the tissue expanders for softer and prettier (I added that) implants and then I wake up and go home. He uses the photographs to help determine the size I am going to be so it will be a surprise to me...kind of like Christmas! Well, that's my thought at least :)
Alright, so I leave the office and proceed to walk to Rittenhouse Square with the thought of going shopping until I had to catch a cab to the airport. Hmmm.....good plan until I walked outside and Val, my buddy, kicks in. Goodness! I was so drugged up since I didn't eat anything in the morning. I was all wobbly and slow and I knew I had to eat something soon or else I would end up on the sidewalk slumped down on the side of a building like a drugged up panhandler. I managed to make my way to Marathon Grill and nodded my head (which was about all I could do) to the hostess when she asked if it was just a table for one. So, I sat there in my drug induced state until finally the food arrived and brought me back to normalacy. Let's jsut say that shopping was left out of the equation since I managed to walk up to Rittenhouse but soon realized that I had to catch a cab to get to the airport.
Unfotunately, I did not have a nonstop flight back to Savannah but had to go through Charlotte. I was feeling "okay" en route to Charlotte but as we deplaned, I knew Val was wearing off. I pulled out my phone to call Bob to request that he bring a pill when he picked me up and, damn, there was no charge left. I was desperate! I found a pay phone (miracle!) and used my credit card to call. He did not answer but I left a plea for help. Immediately, my mind thought "tequila" as I walked to the next terminal. Up ahead in the distance, God answered the call with a Tequileria staring straight at me at the Charlotte airport. No shit! As I walked over with a sign of relief, I thought to myself, I had better ask someone the time so I don't miss my flight. Sure enough, I had exactly ten minutes to get to my gate which meant that the tequila idea had to fall by the wayside. I walked briskly to the gate and I was, of course, one of the last ones on the flight. Shoot...I had to hold it together! Hopefully Bob and Val would be waiting for me in Savannah.
An hour long flight and I was like a heroin addict, without the sweats, anticipating my next fix. Good God my back was killing me and I thought of everything and anything happy to get me through the flight. For the first time, turbulence worked in my favor since I HATE flying. It definitely took my mind off my back!
I deplaned and headed straight towards the sidewalk outside the terminal where my drug dealer was to meet me. What? Seriously? Where are you? Oh no...and I had no phone to call. After a few minutes of anxiety, I borrowed someone's phone and called Bob. "Dear God, where are you????" Right as I asked that question, he pulled in with a glass of water and my saving grace- Val. Ahhh! We made it back home where I immediately showed him my new additions. Uh yah..he liked those :) and then sat with a heating pad on my back while I watched my dentist, Ashley, on The Bachelor.
Today, I am much better. I have not had a valium yet and I do plan on working out my fat ass on the bike for thirty minutes. The plan for the rest of the afternoon is to rest with the heating pad and probably take my little friend sometime around 4ish to nap.
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